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This is the second installment of the story Genetic Influences. This installment continues the story with Chapter Three. The previous two chapters can be read in the first installment. I appreciate reader feedback and have enjoyed reading reviews posted thus far. Chapter Three: Preparations "Mmmph," I groaned as I rolled onto my chest and squished my tits. "These damn things are going to take some getting used to," I thought. I looked, bleary-eyed at the clock on my headboard. It was just a little over two and a half hours since I had crawled into bed. I wanted desperately to drop back into a warm slumber and stay there for a few more hours; but I would have to get up and get ready for class soon. Yah that's right, I was going to class. I had decided that I shouldn't little thing like a gender change affect my attendance record. You might think that makes me a bit of an obsessive over-achiever. If you do, then you and Hayden are on the same page. "You've got the perfect reason to blow off your Friday sessions," he told me. "I mean, geez; you've got enough other stuff going on right now. Worry about classes again after that Del Garza guy changes you back." I'm not really an obsessive over-achiever type. (I wish I were though because that would help me to get my assignments in on time). The real reason I was going to class was midterms. They were rapidly approaching, and if I missed hearing about what was going to be on the exams, it could shoot my course grades all to hell. I couldn't afford to risk this. My GPA was already on the iffy side, and if it dropped any lower, I could kiss my chances of getting into graduate school goodbye. There was a second, and more important reason, I was going to class sessions. Attendance is taken by student ID scan. Therefore, by carrying Jack's student ID with me, I could make it look as though he was following his usual schedule. If anyone from the IGC checked the campus computer files, they would see a record of Jack Finch having been to all the places on campus that he usually traveled on Fridays. If they saw that he had not attended class, however, they might begin to question whether he had taken to flight like his half-brother. This tactic would only serve to delay the inevitable. The IGC would eventually figure out that something was fishy no matter what I did. As they looked for me around campus and found that they could never seem to catch me, their suspicions would begin to congeal. They would start asking my friends a lot of hard to answer questions. But as long as they didn't put the pieces of the puzzle together before Monday evening, everything would be okay. That was the hope I was banking on. I climbed down from the bunk, taking care not to bash the protrusions hanging off my chest against the bed frame. "These damn things are causing me a lot of trouble this morning," I thought. As my feet hit the cold linoleum, I heard someone greet me with a friendly, "Good morning." I turned and saw a round-faced girl sitting at a desk in the corner of the room. Deirdre was not around. "Uh?hi," I said, self-consciously tugging at the hem of the nighty. "Didn't see you there. You must be one of Dee's roomies." "Yah," she agreed. "Name's Shayna. Dee told me about the problems you were having with your roommate. She sounds like a psycho-bitch. Even threw out all your clothes on you, huh?" "Uh?yah, she needs professional help," I said, going along with a story that Dierdre had apparently told. It sounded like she was weaving quite a tale about my reasons for needing a place to stay. "Hope it's okay if I crash here for awhile." "Certainly," she said. "You are welcome to stay with us as long as you like. We got a bunk that's not being used, after all." Shayna insisted on helping me out with everything I would need for my morning routine. She even gave me a bathrobe, for which I was grateful. I took it and tied it on over the flimsy nighty. Shayna then pulled a pair of jeans out of a dresser and handed them to me. "These belong to Sujatha," she said. "She won't mind your borrowing them." She also handed me athletic shoes and socks to wear. The Bathroom was alive with activity as the girls who lived on Deirdre's floor hurried to get ready for morning classes. With the clothing cradled in one arm, and a bright colored plastic basket of various sundries that Shayna insisted I borrow gripped in my opposite hand, I walked across the damp tile and queued up to wait for a shower. Eventually, the occupant of the first shower emerged. It was Deirdre. "Hey, Jack?er?Jaclyn," she said, fumbling over her greeting. "Yah," I said in a low tone, "we better stick to Jaclyn. I'm sure people would think it's strange if they overhear you calling me Jack." She nodded agreement. "So did you meet Shayna, Jaclyn?" "I did," I said. "She's very helpful." "Very maternal," she affirmed. "Takes care of all of us on the floor." Deirdre moved on as a shower opened up for me. "See you back in the room," she said as she left. "We can walk to the quad together." I could see the reflection of the girl I had become out of the corner of my eye as I stripped off my clothes in the small room just outside the shower. While I showered, I found myself thinking about an experiment I'd once heard about. Dr. Kannerman had discussed it during a lecture on the brain and behavior, which I'd attended my Junior year. The experiment was performed over a century ago on voles?vicious little rodents with razor sharp teeth. Researchers removed the reproductive organs of male voles, and then they then pumped a cocktail of female hormones into them. The result was that the little male rodents behaved as though they were female. When put in cages with other male voles, they arched their backs to invite the males to mate with them. Essentially, the animals' gender identity had been switched from male to female. Kannerman had pointed out to us that this process wouldn't work with a human. "We are far more complex creatures than voles," she lectured, "and it takes more than a change in the respective levels of testosterone and estrogen to alter our identity. That is because our highly evolved brain also plays a role in governing our behavior. So while it is true that hormones might trigger certain responses, our brains often determine what responses will be triggered." "The brain structure known as the hypothalamus may play a role in determining gender role behavior in humans," Kannerman continued. She then hit a button and a semi-transparent, 3-D image of a human brain was projected before the class. The hypothalamus glowed, so that we would be able to locate its position at the bottom of the brain. "There is an area of this brain structure that is generally more developed in females than in males," she said. A portion of the hypothalamus then swelled. "This area is associated with a feminine gender identity. There is a separate area of the hypothalamus that is associated with male gender identity. This area is usually smaller in females and larger in males." The female area on the image of the hypothalamus then shrunk and the male area swelled. Thanks to the wonders of modern science, my entire body had been altered to match a female blueprint. That meant that I now had both higher levels of estrogen coursing through system plus a female brain. So how much would that change me? To what extent was I now a different person? When I was showered and dressed, I crossed the bathroom and went over to the sinks where I plugged in Shayna's hair drier. I'd never used one of these things before, but I'd seen Jeannie use one. It couldn't be that hard, I figured, as I flipped it on and began blowing it on my hair. "Yah this is a breeze," I thought. "I don't know what Jeannie was complaining about when she used to moan that guys had it so easy with their hair." Then I heard someone say: "Hope you don't mind me asking, but are you a Gaian, Jaclyn?" I turned and saw Shayna standing there. She had apparently just finished using the toilet and noticed me. "Huh?" I asked her. "Are you a Gaian," she repeated. "I'm just asking because I noticed your ears aren't pierced and?well?it looks like you aren't very sure of yourself with that hairdryer." "Oh," I responded. Apparently, I wasn't as good at this as I thought. "Yah," I said. "I am as a matter of fact. My parents wouldn't ever let me use a hairdryer. Said that it was a shameful waste of electricity. Wouldn't let me wear cosmetics either, because they used to be tested on animals. And, of course they wouldn't let me pierce my ears, because they believed it to be a despoilment of the female body symbolic of man's despoilment of Mother Nature." My parents were actually Presbyterians, but if I told Kate that? well? it would be hard explaining my clumsiness with a hairdryer, as well as the other things. So letting her go along with her presupposition that I was Gaian seemed like a good idea. "Sounds like they were pretty extreme, huh?" she said. "Yah," I responded. "Got teased at school some about it." Shayna then decided to take it upon herself to teach me how to do my hair. I didn't mind. With her help, I was able to transform my wet and tangled mane into a neatly arranged mantle of soft tresses. When we got back to the room, Shayna and I found Deirdre sitting at her desk typing furiously on her keyboard. "I gotta send an e-mail to my Chem 101 lab partner," she told me. "Give me fifteen, and I'll walk to campus with you guys." "I can't wait," Shayna said. "I have to catch my prof at his office before class and ask him a couple questions about a paper that's due next week." "Catch ya later then," Deirdre said. Deirdre continued typing at her computer for several minutes. Then she flipped off her screen causing it to fade away into thin air. "Hey, what are you doing?" she asked as she stood up and turned towards me. "I'm just picking these dirty clothes up off the floor and putting them in your laundry hamper," I answered, put off guard by her question. "Is that okay? I just wanted to get them off the floor. I don't expect you to wash them for me or anything." She chuckled at me. "I'm just wondering why you're not leaving your dirty clothes on the floor to pile up like you usually do." "Is that what I usually do? Geez, I guess it is. I'm not sure what made me pick up these clothes this time. I guess it was just making me uncomfortable having a mess here." "Nesting instinct," she said knowingly. "Nesting instinct?" I responded. "I'm not sure thee is such a thing." "Why else would you suddenly have such a hard time tolerating a messy room?" "Maybe it's my new set of frontal lobes," I offeed. "Frontal lobes?" she responded. "Yah," I confirmed. "They're the part of the brain associated with things like organizational skills, planning, focus, etc. I'm fairly sure that there were a few shorted out connections in my old frontal lobes. I was on the border of being eligible for an attention deficit disorder diagnosis, you know." "I think it's the new mix of hormones in your system," she said, rejecting my frontal lobe hypothesis out of hand. "They're telling you to keep your new nest nice and neat." "Whatever," I sighed?feeling mildly irritated. I wasn't sure what about the interaction was bothering me. "C'mon," I said, slinging the strap of my laptop case over my shoulder, "we better get going, or we'll end up being late." "Don't forget your purse, girlfriend," she said, as I moved to exit the room. "Oh yah," I said, going back to grab it off the desk where I had plopped it the night before. Leaving the dorms without my purse would not be a good idea, since the fake Federal ID Yang had made for me was in it. Being without ID was only a misdemeanor, but if a cop started to ask me too many questions about who I was? well it was better to just avoid trouble. "I guess lugging this thing around is just one more thing about being a girl that I will have to learn to get used to," I said. "That's right," she replied. Again, I felt annoyed. It was something about the way she was acting towards me today. ~ It was soon apparent to me that I was having a much, much easier time keeping focused on lecture. I was able to absorb everything that Professor Lindeman was saying during my nine o'clock class, even though I had gotten only a few hours of sleep. In the past, I really struggled to keep my attention from wandering?even when fully rested. My new brain truly functioned better than the one I had been born with. That was certain. I jotted down notes with my light pen, reveling in my new and improved concentration faculties. I realized just how much I had been handicapped before. As I took notes, I noticed another change. My hand was forming a loopier script as it moved across my computer screen. I was producing a more feminine looking style of writing. It wasn't something I was trying to do. It just seemed to come naturally. When my nine o'clock class was over, I pulled out my netstream phone and called Hayden. The lucky jerk, didn't have class until eleven on Friday which meant he would still be at home. "Any sign of Drew?" I asked him. "Has he shown up looking for his damn box yet?" "No, Jack," he said. "Not yet." "Okay," I sighed, "thanks." With the IG tracking him, how good were Drew's chances, I wondered. Certainly, he was very clever, but the IG had a shit load of resources with which to reveal his movements and ultimately capture him. I feared that I would soon get news of his arrest. "Hey, why don't you join Connor and I for lunch, Jack," Hayden offered. "Connor is gonna call Dee, too, to see if she can come." "Count me in," I said?preoccupied. When my eleven o'clock class was ending, and I was packing up my things to go meet my friends, a guy sitting next to me leaned over to me. "Did you catch the third point that Professor Donner made about language development," he queried. "Yah," I told him. Then, without pulling my notes up on my laptop to check them, I proceeded to rattle off the long and convoluted lecture point using Dr. Donner's exact wording. I could see the phrases just as I had written them down with my light pen. "You remembered all that off the top of your head?" he asked, stunned. It seemed that my new brain had more than just improved concentration and attention ability to offer me. I also now had an eidetic memory. I would have perfect recall for anything that I read. I wished desperately that I could hold onto that ability when I went back to being Jack Finch. But it would fade, I knew, when the nanobots rearranged my brain to match the blueprint provided my original genetic code. That was a sad shame indeed. I met Deirdre, Connor, and Hayden at a place just off campus. It was crowded there, and I had a bit of a wait before I finally made it up to the counter to order. I decided to go with my usual: a Grande Burrito Supremo stuffed full of clone steak. When I set this formidably sized meal down on the table and began eating, I noticed people were staring. "A girl with an appetite," I heard a guy comment. "You ain't gonna keep that figure eating like that, honey," Deirdre teased. That's when I noticed that most of the girls in the place had gotten somewhat smaller orders?the Burrito Pequeno or the Chicken Taco Single. Deirdre had ordered a small taco salad. "Of course," I thought. "Girls always eat like birds." I started feeling uncomfortable with that meal in front of me?not because I'd eaten too much. I'd only had a few bites. It was more that I felt the awkward feeling you get when you realize you just made an embarrassing faux pas. "I don't know what I was thinking ordering this big burrito," I said to my friends with a nervous smile. I ended up finishing just a third of it and giving gave the rest to Connor. "I'll have it for dinner tonight," he said as we headed out of the restaurant. My afternoon Anthropology class dragged on endlessly. I took lecture notes in the new loopy script that my hands now seemed to want to form, eagerly awaiting the bell. Then, finally, class was over. I left the building and trekked to the north end of the quad to meet Deirdre for a shopping excursion. "I'll pay you back for what ever we buy, once I'm able to access my accounts," I promised her as we hopped on the bus. "Don't worry about it, girlfriend," she told me. She seemed to have taken a liking to calling me girlfriend. It was getting irritating. We found seats in the back and plopped down. The bus' electric engine hummed on quietly as we navigated familiar streets, passing southward out of the dusty desert campus and into the downtown area of Sierra Vista with its tall gray gleaming skyscrapers. When we got off at the shopping district, Deirdre brought me into a women's clothing store that carried both new and secondhand stuff. I steered us towards the secondhand racks. I wasn't going to let her drop a bundle on new clothing that I would only need for a couple days. I knew that she and Connor both lived on a pretty tight budget. Most of the their money for clothes and other essentials came from summer jobs. There was a good assortment of secondhand stuff, and it all looked to be in like-new condition. However, at just hair under 180 centimeters, I was tall for a girl. That made it hard to find things that fit me. After spending close to an hour carefully going through the racks, we found only a few things. That meant I couldn't be choosy. I pretty much had to make due with what was there. "I guess this should do it for me," I told her, as I draped a floral print blouse Deirdre had just handed me over my arm. "Wait," she said?spotting something in the racks. Then she pulled out a hanger with a short skirt on it. "This will be real cute on you," she said. "Dee!" I said. "C'mon?I'm not wearing a short skirt like that." "You've got quite a pair of legs, honey," she said, "and it would be a sin to hide them. Besides you said you needed something for the hot weather, and there doesn't seem to be any shorts here. So a short skirt it's got to be." "Alright," I sighed, taking the garment. "Now let's head over hear and get you some bras and panties," she said with the ever so slightest trace of a smile on her lips. I felt the irritation that I'd been feeling with her throughout the day flare up again. This time it was even stronger. "You're enjoying this," I accused, glaring. "In fact, I think you've been enjoying my predicament all day." "What do you mean?" she said innocently. "C'mon Dee! Cop to it." "Okay," she said after an uncomfortable pause. "Yah, I guess I have a little." "So seeing me trying to cope with being a girl has been a big joke for you," I said, fuming now that my suspicions were confirmed. "Something to snigger about while my back is turned. That's pretty damn mean. Don't you think?" "Look, Jack, I'm sorry. I really am." "Well?I'm not sure I can forgive you." "I don't blame you for being angry," she conceded. "I guess I have been being a little bit of a bitch to you today." "Why?" I demanded. "I thought we were friends." "We are friends. It's just that?well you see?I always had a major crush on you, Jack. But you treated me as though I were just one of the guys. At best, I was a little sister to you. It broke my heart. Sometimes I used to?well?I use to go home and cry. So part of has been was thinking: good, maybe now he'll know what being a girl feels like. Maybe he'll be a bit more sensitive when this is over." I stood there silently for a moment. "Gee, Dee, I'm really sorry," I finally said. "I guess I didn't realize that you felt anything for me more than friendship, at least not until yesterday. I was too wrapped up in Jeannie, I guess. That was stupid." "It was stupid," she agreed. "I invested so much in that relationship and still managed to screw it up. I screwed it up, just like I have always screwed up everything. And in the process, I hurt you too?a great friend who's never been anything but sweet to me. I should have seen how you felt and treated you a little gentler. I should have thrown a few compliments your way or something, so you'd know that I noticed you." "Yes, you should have, but I think you're beating up on yourself a little more than you have to over it." "Yah," I agreed. "I have a habit of doing that, don't I?" "No kidding? Okay, c'mon. Let's get you some bras and panties." ~ Early Saturday morning, my netstream phone began to chime. Still in bed, I grabbed the phone off my headboard and flipped it on. It was Javier. "You must, come in at ten AM to get a photo taken for your ID badge," he told me with his careful speech. "Okay," I said, brushing hair out of my eyes. "You'll be meeting with Dr. Creighton, Krieger's assistant project director, as well. He has the final say whether or not you should be issued a badge. It is, therefore, very important that you impress him favorably." "Okay," I said. "What do I have to do to get on his good side?" "Well," he began?suddenly sounding uncomfortable. "It will help you if he thinks he has a chance of scoring with you later on." "What?" I answered incredulously. "Did I use the wrong term? I meant he'll want to know if he will be able to get you to have s?" "I understood that," I interrupted, agitated. "I am just shocked that that sort of thing still goes on in this day and age. I mean?how can he get away with only hiring women he thinks he can get in bed?" "I'm sure it will catch up to him eventually," Javier said. "But you know the way it is?that will take an accumulation of complaints against him. We don't have time to deal with that issue just now. At this moment, he is assistant project director and we need to get him to grant you security clearance." I sighed. "Alright, I get it. I've got to act like I'm interested in? in? getting to know him intimately." "That's correct, I'm afraid." "I just can't believe that this sort of thing still goes on," I said again, speaking to Deirdre. I was fuming over the indignities I was, no doubt, about to endure. "Welcome to the world of being female," she told me solemnly, as she took my chin between her thumb and forefinger to hold my head steady. She then began to assault my face with blush. "You're not putting too much on, are you?" I asked. "Look at me, dear, do I wear too much makeup?" "No," I replied earnestly. "You look good." "Then stop worrying." "With all the laws against sexual discrimination and harassment," I said, flipping back over to the other subject, "how can Creighton get away with this?" "Laws don't usually stop creeps from being creeps, they just make them more sneaky about it," she told me as she took an eye pencil to my lashes. "I'm sure that Creighton is subtle enough that the women he works with have a difficult time identifying anything flagrant enough to complain about." "I guess I never thought about it before," I conceded, "but you're probably right." Then I saw her bring out a small brass cylinder and pull off its cap. "Hey?lip gloss too?" "I told you," she said as the applied the sticky substance on my lips. "Guys are flattered when you go all out on the makeup. Makes them think that you're interested in looking pretty for them." When she was finished, I stood up and looked at myself in the full- length mirror on the closet door. I was wearing the short skirt that Deirdre had bought for me the previous day, a blouse that revealed my cleavage and Jeannie's clone leather boots. "So he'll think I'm trying to look sexy for him?" I asked. Oh yah," she said, as she added the finishing touch of a pair of clip on earrings. ~ Javier's electric ground car was already parked on the street in front of the girls' dorm, when I stepped out through the front doors. Not wanting to keep him waiting, I began to jog towards the faded orange vehicle. It was strange feeling the skirt flap against my butt as I moved, and I became worried it was flapping up high enough to reveal my underwear. Halfway to the vehicle, I slowed my pace and restricted how high my knees came up. "Good morning, Jack," Javier said, as I got in. "Morning," I replied, smoothing out the skirt before buckling my seatbelt. It was an article of clothing that definitely required a lot of fussing, I noted. "You look very nice," Javier noted. "I hope that you do not mind my commenting on that." The girls on the floor had all complemented me on my appearance too. "You look awesome, girlfriend," Shayna had said. "First a hairdryer now makeup. Deciding to rebel against mom and dad all the way, eh?" "What's the occasion?" Sujatha had asked. "Got a hot lunch date or something?" "That boy's poor heart's gonna break when he sees you, sister," said a girl named Kayla. I found myself looking in the mirror after their remarks of praise, feeling good about myself. Social approval is a powerful force. "Provided that Creighton has a heartbeat when you arrive at his office this morning," Javier added, "you will pique his interest." "Great," I said wryly, but part of me felt flattered at his remarks. I felt flattered not because of what he thought Creighton would think, but because he himself obviously judged me to be attractive. "Why?" I asked myself. "What do I care what he thinks about how I look?" "Because you like him," a voice in my head answered. He was, after all, a desirable mate. He was not only handsome, but he was valiantly trying to help me. The primitive parts of my female brain saw him as a capable protector, who could keep dangerous intruders away from our territory. On top of that, he was sensitive. So, when he was not busy keeping me safe and secure, he would help me with the childcare. It was likely that millennia of human evolution had yielded females who were hard- wired to find these traits attractive. Even female chimps looked for these qualities in a partner, after all. When we came to the Nanobotics Building at the far north end of campus, Javier pulled his vehicle into the lot in back. Then he brought me through the maze of hallways to where the administrative offices were located. After pointing out the door, Javier continued down the hall. "I'll wait for you in my office on the third floor," he told me. When I entered the office, a young secretary took my name. She then asked me to take a seat myself, while she contacted the assistant project coordinator. A few minutes later, I was being ushered into Creighton's office. "Nice to meet you Miss Fox," he said. He was a tall man with short dark hair, a squared jaw and squared shoulders. He was handsome, but the gleam in his mud brown eyes made me uncomfortable. "I'm very honored to meet you, Dr. Creighton," I said, reciting what Javier had told me to say. "I've heard so much about your work. It's simply fascinating." I emphasized the word fascinating, trying to fawn. This obviously pleased him. He seemed to inflate a bit. Then he offered me a chair, and I caught him checking out my ass as I crossed the office to the chair he had pointed out. He sat himself down in his own high backed clone leather desk chair, rolling it forward so that his knees were almost touching mine. "Javier tells me you are a gifted student," he said?his eyes dropping to look at my cleavage, "and that you know quite a bit about nanobotics, and that you will make an excellent lab assistant. That's great, but what I'm really interested in finding out today is whether or not you will be someone I want to work with. You see?we all work very closely here." He smiled broadly as he said the words very closely. It was obvious to me what he had meant by that. "I don't think that will be a problem," I said. "I don't think it will be either," he said, patting my knee. The touch of his hand made my skin crawl. "I get along with all the women at the office, you know," he added with jaunty flair. "We have a lot of fun. Joke around a lot. Most of them tell me I look like Superman." He laughed at the last statement. "Please," I thought, "lose the paunch before you start comparing yourself to superheroes." "Sounds like a great atmosphere to work in," I said. "It is," he said. Then he wrapped up our brief interview, saying; "I've got a good feeling about you, Miss Fox. I'm going to approve your clearance, which means?Javier is free to bring you on!" "Oh great," I said, trying to sound enthused at the opportunity. "That's such good news." "We'll have time to get to know each other better later," he told me letting his eye contact linger a little longer than was comfortable. "Right now I've got to go take care of some things at the lab. I pretty much run the whole show you know. Krieger's so busy cranking out publications that he hardly even knows what's going on around here anymore. That leaves me to take care of things here and to hob knob with the NGI execs." I tried to look impressed as he exaggerated his role in the project?at least I'd bet any money he was exaggerating. I wondered if I had been so transparent when I had tried to impress girls. After leaving Creighton's office, the secretary had me fill out some forms and then took my picture with a three-dimensional camera. Finally, I put my hand in a scanner, which took biometric readings on me. The readings would be used to set the microcircuits in my security badge to my biometric signature. The badge would be like my bankcard, programmed to work only for me. The secretary told me that it would be ready for me Monday morning. "You can pick it up at the security office," she added. I felt that we should enter the lab, get the access codes and change me back as soon as possible?that meant late Monday evening after everyone had gone home. Javier agreed with me that this was the time to make our move. Delaying any longer increased the risks. "I have a bad feeling," I told him in the car. As we had discussed our plans, I had become aware of something dark clawing inside my chest. "A bad feeling that something is going to go wrong." "It is just nerves," he said, flashing me a reassuring smile. "Nothing is going to go wrong." I smiled at him, appreciatively. "I don't know how to thank you for what you are doing for me," I said. He waved his hand, humbly dismissing his actions, as he said; "If I had acted more courageously when I first learned of what Krieger was doing, your brother would never have had to take the risk of removing those nanobots from the lab. Then you would not have become involved in this. So it is only right, that I try to undo the damage my actions have caused." He was not a man who lacked courage in my judgment. He had only struggled with the fears and doubts that anyone in his situation would have experienced, and they caused him delay in acting. He was not weak, or at least I saw no trace of weakness in him. I saw great strength?and passion. Both, it seemed, did the bidding of a heart filled with kindness. There was a recipe there that could yield greatness, I thought. He was a fascinating man. "Stop this," I chided myself, interrupting my own chain of thought. "He's a guy for earth's sake." Then another part of me spoke up and said, "So what? You are a girl." "Don't even go there," I told this other part. "Don't even fricking go there."

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Today was to be the day. All of the tests, the hypotheses and fights with ethical groups had been, either worked out with scenarios considered, probed and prodded, or just discarded. Elaine, or just Laney to her group of friends, was ready. A small thrill of fear and doubt coursed through her, but she pushed it to one side and revelled in the luxury of the no expense spared comfortable room. “Hi Laney, would you like anything?” The mechanical and electronically filtered voice of Trisha...

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My Uncles Wife Affair Third installment

This is my third installment about my affair with my uncle’s wife aunt D. This is not necessarily in sequence or following the timeline. I’m jumping randomly through our 8 years of secret relationship.At this point I was 20 years old and about 3 years into our secret affair. Aunt D was 32 and has even bloomed more beautifully and gorgeously. It had been about 5 months since we last had sex and I was so horny for her. I was still in school while partly working and staying in their store just...

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Genetic Modification

Today was to be the day, all of the tests, the hypothesis and fights with ethical groups had been either worked out with scenarios considered, probed and prodded, or just discarded. Elaine, or just Laney to her group of friends, was ready. A small thrill of fear and doubt coursed through her, but she pushed it to one side and revelled in the luxury of the no expense spared comfortable room. "Hi Laney, would you like anything?" The mechanical and electronically filtered voice of Trisha came...

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Cameron Alex Second Installment

I knew my friend had to work again today so I was planning on just driving home when he left for work at 1 o'clock, as a matter of fact while he and I where sitting at the kitchen table eating his parents broke the news to Andrew that he had to babysit his two younger siblings as well as Cameron and Alex because the adults were going to the outlet malls about 90 miles away. Andrew immediately protested this crying out "Well why can't I go to the outlets too?! I don't want to be stuck here...

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Affair with Aunt D second installment

It has been some 3 months since the last time I had sex with aunt D. My uncle have not taken any trip outside Manila lately and I'd been so horny. That weekend was a local festival and some of the crew who runs uncle's 5 cargo trucks were in their house for celebration. They were drinking and watching old boxing fights. Aunt D serve them with wine and food. She was wearing shorts and a white shirt with no bra underneath. The outline of her very nice tits and sharp nipple, and her perfectly...

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Influences Part 1

Friday 7th February, 2020; 16:11 I'd never really got along with my parents, even at the best of times. I'd thought them overly strict, old-fashioned and unsympathetic. They'd thought of me as lazy, ungrateful and lacking in any sort of plan for the future. I suppose it shouldn't have come as a surprise when, not long after my 19th birthday - when I'd failed to get into university a second time - the row happened. And I suppose it shouldn't have come as a surprise to me when, after the...

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Genetic sexual attraction

About 10 years ago i got into the whole genealogy thing. As everyone usually does, i built myself a family tree and eventually got around to taking the DNA tests. Everyday i would get a recommended list of cousins i could communicate back and forth with. One, in particular caught my eye, jennifer, but i will call her jen for short. She was a few years older, but had the body and face of a 29 yr old despite being over 50. There was something special about her smile that intrigued me to read her...

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Percolate Second Installment

I made my way to the sinks, my bare feet making little wet slaps on the misted floortiles. My shy steady steps echoing against the expansive shower area ,I looked around to see if anyone else was still there. I heard a far off locker close as well as a large heavier entrance door. A book bag sagged in a corner. Steam shone in a small irridescent cloud by an open window. Sherrie stood at the sink, her towel covering but highlighting the curves of her small ass. It always reminds me of two...

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Lets talk second installment

OK. So we have a beginning and it seems well received by a few. This story progresses and I only tell true stories. So on with the show (story). It seems now that I have sucked my brother and his friend, Eddy, that what people tell you they will and will not do is not true. Eddy must have had a big mouth, or my brother did, and within 2 weeks seems all their friends were more interested in me, when before I was the pain in the ass little brother. I was suddenly a very popular k** on my...

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Influences Part 2

Saturday 8th February, 2020; 05:19 I hadn't slept well overnight. I tended to be a bit of a night owl at the best of times, but last night I'd been kept awake by my thoughts running wild about Holly's deal and the sex toys hiding in the box in her wardrobe. Had they just been an 'added bonus' for Holly to enjoy, or were Simeon Paydes International genuinely expecting her to promote those on social media too? She'd get banned if she showed that dildo on Instagram! But even if she just...

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Influences of the past

Since this story is my way of introducing myself, perhaps I should start with where I am now in life. I'm now 54 years old, in good shape, and pretty comfortable with my life. I'm married with two kids that are both in college, wondering what to do with their lives and going through the angst of transitioning from child to adult that we all go through. With the house to ourselves my wife and I are enjoying a level of physical intimacy that we haven't reached in years. We now are free to make...

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Influences Part 3

Sunday 9th February, 2020; 07:18 It took a suspiciously short amount of time for the boxes to arrive. We'd only informed Darby at what - half ten last night - and already there was knocking at the door. I was dressed in another of Holly's borrowed sets of pyjamas - this time a white top with 'Sweet' written on it in sparkly lettering beneath the faded picture of a cupcake and pink and white striped bottoms. There was no way I was answering the door like this to a postman - so it was...

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Bikinis and Bad Influences

I intended to be a good girl, I swear! But it was all her and our mutual faults! It wasn’t me, honest! All I did was dress in cutoffs, no panties, and a t-shirt and go about my business. They led me astray. First, she had to chat with me about my weekend and give me tips and pointers and descriptions that got me so worked up that I had to touch myself right at the front counter at work. The poor guy browsing books thought that I was all turned on by him! If he had stuck around after I declined...

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Seminal InfluencesChapter 3

Bethany didn't see her cousin Julia Johnson all that often, but she idolized her. The fact she was six years older set the stage, but Julia was also a sort of golden girl. She was in anyone's eyes beautiful, and she was also friendly, funny, and kind to her little cousin. When the families got together at Bethany's for Christmas (they lived in Scarsdale), Julia at the dinner table told of the recent developments in her life. She was in her second year of a Ph.D. program at M.I.T. in...

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Seminal InfluencesChapter 4

Bethany and Fred Sacks trusted Cyrus with the knowledge of their relationship, and Fred started meeting with Cyrus regularly, guiding the boy at the formation of his company. He had to get him at least a little familiar with the grubby grown-up details of intellectual property, venture capital, and corporations. To his credit, Fred took for his trouble only a 20% stake of the initial shares of the company (secretly assigning 1/3 of that to Bethany), leaving the remaining 80% to Cyrus. Cyrus...

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Cameron First installment

Cameron was the most beautiful boy that I had ever laid eyes on. He was only two weeks from turning 11 years old. Cameron stood no taller than 4'10'' and maybe weighed 85 pounds, but he was amazingly cute with his dark brown hair and a speckling of freckles right below beautiful brown eyes and across his nose. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a pair of red GAP mesh jogging pants that had two thin sky blue stripes running down both legs and a sky blue 2 on the left leg right below the...

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My Angelfourth and final installment

*I woke up to the sound of Disturbed’s “Haunted” playing. “Shit,” I thought to myself, “I gotta get up and get to school.” I hopped out of bed hitting “off” on my Ipod alarm. I walked in to bathroom, looked into the mirror and reminisced about how I went from a scrawny 5’1, 103 lbs little kid to a muscular 6’1, 165 lbs state wrestler. “Damn, three years of wrestling has really paid off”, I said to myself. “WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?” my mom screamed from downstairs. “Nobody, relax!” I yelled...

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How I pursuaded my wife to fulfill my fantasy true Final installment

Here is the recollection of the third and final meeting with my wife’s boyfriend of many years ago that fulfilled our fantasy. A knock at the door and Jan called down from upstairs for me to answer. We were expecting Howard and he was right on time. I took him into the lounge. On his last visit I was sent upstairs and he finally fucked my gorgeous wife after all these years. Jan had agreed this time that provided she felt comfortable and I didn’t object, we would share her together. Howard...

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PUNISHMENT IN INSTALLMENT

I am Ram from Chennai, married and 28 yrs old. I am decent and above average looking man and always had an inclination towards mature ladies. This incident happened to me recently and I am still carrying on my escapades with her. Would appreciate your feedbacks on this submission.All those who are into financial services sector and telecom sector will exactly understand what kind of relation is there between sales department and operations/backend department. It’s of a cat and mouse. If sales...

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lets talk third installment

Ok, on with this story. Fast forward now 6 years and I am now 16.Mom and dad and I went to the family farm in Kentucky. This is where my mother was raised. Small farm about 20 acres. I had aunts and cousins that lived in town, and we were about 10 miles outside the town. There were 2 horses and a pony on the farm, chickens, and 1 cow. The pony belonged to my cousin Sue, who was a year older than me.So one day Sue and I were out riding, she on her pony, and I was riding the big stud. We...

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The Dragon Staff of the Master Druid The Final Installment

This Part of this Tale is dedicated to All No Matter what their Path in Life may be. Place all your Differences aside! Let Peace come to this troubled Planet of ours. Treat all equally! Standard warnings do apply! This Story does is not for the faint of heart due to the Transgendered/Transsexual Themes. If you are under the age of 18, BEGONE! This is not for your reading pleasure. The Dragon's Staff of the Master Druid By Lorraine B. Part 4 ? 2001 Lorraine B. The...

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Her round full breasts 2nd installment

My young friend enjoyed the last waves of her orgasms and then looked into my eyes intently. I knew I was in for it.She got up and motioned me to do the same. We went into her bedroom where we stood face to face and she leaned in and tongue fucked my mouth, her arms working furiously between us to unbutton and unzip my jeans. She broke her kiss and slipped the pants down past my hips and yanked down my panties, bending down to get them below my knees.She stopped for a moment at that...

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Cassies Dream Date 6 the final installment

This is the sixth chapter of Cassie's Dream Date. In the first chapter, Cassandra (Cassie) meets Roger Wilson, author of "Love, Lies, and Lust," a story of transgender love. She's 30, and he's 40-something. She's a supermodel. He's average, dresses well, and has a nice car. They make a date to have dinner and go dancing later. Cassie gets his phone number written on her hand. After he leaves, she has a wild fantasy date, which turns out to be pure fantasy, as she had been daydreaming the...

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How I pursuaded my wife to fulfill my fantasy true Final installment

Here is the recollection of the third and final meeting with my wife's boyfriend of many years ago that fulfilled our fantasy. A knock at the door and Jan called down from upstairs for me to answer. We were expecting Howard and he was right on time. I took him into the lounge. On his last visit I was sent upstairs and he finally fucked my gorgeous wife after all these years. Jan had agreed this time that provided she felt comfortable and I didn’t object, we would share her together. Howard...

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The Snare The seventh installment

46. Dressing for the weekend "I'm dreading this," Malcolm admitted to his wife. Cherry looked at him with a frown. "Are you sure about that?" "Of course I'm sure, why the hell would I want to spend the entire weekend with Thornbury?" he countered. "Now try and be honest with me Malcolm," she said to him from across their bedroom. He immediately looked straight at her, wondering why she would say such a thing. "Just remember, I thought I was doing you a favour by not...

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Secondment

When my mistress informed me that she would be going away on a business trip for several months I was secretly quite pleased at first, until she informed me that I would be staying with a friend of hers; Mrs Chappell. The dread set in, I knew any friend of hers would not bode well for me. My thoughts turned to my recent dealings with another friend of hers, Miss Allison and I inwardly shuddered. I was not told when she would be going, but about three weeks later, on the appointed day,...

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35 Dawns went on secondment her last weekend

35 Dawn`s went on secondment, her last weekend. A lot of this is fantasy some is true, you choose the bitsIt was given me by her hubby normally a happy cuckold. Her company had “chosen” her to go on secondment to the USA and she was to fly on Monday and would be away for a number of months, he was devastated. Naturally they discussed it and decided what must be must be, it`s a harsh world out there, and they wanted the promotion that could follow. It did however mean giving up a lot...

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Secondhand

Thanks P. for help with editing the story. SECONDHAND Another uneventful gray day of my life was coming to an end, and I had just closed the door and turned off the light at the back of the shop when there was a frantic knocking. A tall, white-haired woman in a long fashionable coat was standing outside, with two large black bin bags. I went up to the door and said, "We're closed! Sorry!" "What shall I do with these clothes, then?" the woman asked me, exaggerating her lip...

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Sloppy seconds10

We lay there spent just basking in the afterglow , she asks if she can see the recording I look at her and see the state she is in and laugh she is all covered in sticky dried come ,her face, neck, tits, chest it was just amazing ,I loved it .She started to laugh too. I set up the video for us to watch , I ask do you want pop corn she laughs says you ass ole start the movie when I get out of the shower .Toni is all smelling nice and fresh now retouched her makeup and all ,she put on a sexy...

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A romance Episode 4 secondo

"I want to tease you. A lot".I smile. Emma's in her black lace underwear. The sight is already a tease."I'd like to see that"."Ian, I love your little stories. How they make me hot. How I'm feeling special reading them. Now it's my turn to give you that. And there are so many things I'd like to try with you""That's a very nice thing to say Emma... You know, these stories don't come out of nowhere. You have your part in inspiring them...""So I'll give you some more. Just wait here."Emma goes to...

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Ten nanoseconds after the Big Bang

Ten nanoseconds after the Big Bang by Charlotte Dickles Author's Note: All people, places and events in this story are entirely fictional, and are not based upon any actual person or event. In particular, WESA, the Women's Engineering and Science Association is fictitious and is not based upon with such notable organisations as WISE or WES. The story contains adult themes and you should not read them if it is illegal in your country. 'Did you see the way he looked down the...

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SecondChances Chapter 23 La Vie en Rose

It was already dusk when I got into my car. The radio was still on. Chumbawamba's "Tubthumping" was playing. "How appropriate" I thought to myself. The Radio gods must be telling me something. I pulled out of the driving singing, "I get knocked down, but I get up again. You are never gonna keep me down..." As I drove, I rehearsed what I'm going to say to Chase. I'm going to tell him the truth. Well - a variation of the truth. I won't mention time travel or future events. I certainly...

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Punishment In Installments

I am Darshan from Ahmedabad, married and 28 yrs old. I am decent and above average looking man and always had an inclination towards mature ladies. This incident happened to me recently and I am still carrying on my escapades with her. Would appreciate your feedbacks on this submission. I am reachable on All those who are into financial services sector and telecom sector will exactly understand what kind of relation is there between sales department and operations/backend department. It’s of a...

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Genetics is a miracle

Firstly I must apologize in advance that because of my English. I hope you understand my story well. That Friday, when mom came home from work, unpleasantly surprised me by saying that tomorrow morning Ill go with her into the cottage, because Dad has to work through the weekend, on an important overhaul companies, and that I and this way, not doing anything clever at home, so I could bass a little to help her around the garden. I was furious, but I still had to go with it. Late evening when...

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Secondary Education

Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] I am riding on the back of Matt Frawley's motorcycle. I press myself against him, and my breasts tingle as they tease his bulky, sweat stained back. We careen around curves on the Angeles Crest Highway, and we exit down a winding road into the National Forest. We roll to a halt in a gravel parking lot strewn with remnants of bikers' parties. Matt hides the bike in a stand of oaks. He puts his arm around my waist, and...

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Secondary Education 2

Secondary Education Chapter 2, The Trouble With PE By Tyla Flowers [email protected] I am rounding the last turn of the mandatory mile. Each footfall is unbearable. The sun, the smog, and the heat are relentless. Coach is screaming words I cannot hear over the blood pounding in my ears. I cross the finish line and collapse at his feet. "Get up, move around before you puke, Flowers." "I can't, Coach." It is too late. I retch on the ground at Coach's feet, a watery gruel. I...

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Secondary Education Chapter 3 Self Improvement

Secondary Education By Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 3 Self Improvement Please email me a comment if you are enjoying (or not) my story. Our apartment is dark, hot and empty when I get home. I am a latchkey kid, and have been since my dad went to jail for the penultimate time, when he got his second strike for dealing meth back in '02. Now, he's in for 25, and I am sure Mom is heading back into custody for parole violation. In her waste basket I find used...

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Secondary Education Chapter 4 Inititation

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Secondary Education Chapter 5 A Hard Road to Ho

Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 5 A Hard Road to Ho. I awake alone, my limbs twisted in rumpled sheets. The tattered window shade flaps in a desultory breeze billowing in one moment, sucking against the screen in the next. The cheerful trill of a passing ice cream truck making its final rounds makes me hungry, and I drag myself from the bed. I look out the window into the gloaming. It's night. I have slept a couple of hours. The...

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Secondary Education Chapter 6 A Night on the Town

Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 6 Night on the Town I sit in the back seat of a speeding, SUV, wedged between two Mara soldiers. Jose's corpse lies under a bloody blanket behind us, his face obliterated by the pointblank blast from Antoine's shotgun. Hector drives the Escalade up and down Jefferson Boulevard, the uneasy border between the Crip and Mara fiefdoms, speeding past its many shuttered used furniture stores, but slowing as he...

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Secondary Education Chapter 7

Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 7 The Tipping Point The rising sun paints the smoggy sky over Los Angeles fuchsia. The air is dense with the smoke of distant wildfires. The breeze is already hot. It stirs the trash from overflowing garbage cans and sends it tumbling down the streets. Greasy food wrappers twirl in trash cyclones: In and Out, Jack in the Box, Weinerschnitzel. The sight makes me nauseous, and I choke back a gag. My eyes...

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Secondary Education Chapter 8 Making Up My Incomplete

Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 8 Making Up My Incomplete I cinch a belt around the baggy waist of my Dockers. The pants' seat and thighs are just as tight as the waist is loose. My old boy clothes don't fit my new body. It is as Tyler, rather than Tyla, that I am re- enrolling, two weeks late, in Fairfax High's summer program. I wrap my boobs with an Ace bandage to squeeze them flat, and cover up my curves with tee shirt and a faded Kobe...

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Secondary Education Chapter 9

Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 9, Seeing No Evol Matt Frawley's arms are glistening in the slanting rays of August sunshine. He dribbles behind his back, wrong footing his defender. Matt deftly crosses the ball over, changing direction and bounce passes it to Antoine, who is streaking down the court on the fast break and scores an easy lay up. Matt whoops a victorious hurrah, and his blue eyes for a moment meet mine until he is distracted by...

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Secondary Education Chapter 10 Reincarnation

Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 10 Reincarnation I am asleep in the arms of my Bodhisattva. He strokes my forehead. "Look within to find consciousness of the skandhas that survived your rebirth." I concentrate, and focus on a fuzzy, black and white image. "I was Private Flores, an American warrior in the jungle battles of Laos. I killed many and died filled with guilt and hatred. These passions survived inside me, and even they roil...

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Secondary Education

Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Is This Nirvana? Chapter 11 I awaken with a shudder. A fractured ray of sunlight pierces the crack between a pair threadbare quilts which have been hung as an makeshift curtain. From outside I hear the clamor of banda piped through the tinny speakers of a catering truck. A hot breeze wafts a rancid flume of stale cooking oil, jalapeno and stewed pork. I feel nauseous, and choke back a heave. I have mind-splitting...

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Secondary Education Chapter 12 My Missing Pieces

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Secondary Education Chapter 13 Screen Kisses

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Secondary Education Chapter 14 Betrayal

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Influencers Gone Wild

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Party Installation

Please note this is not mine, I found it online and loved the thought of it happening to myself. All credit goes to a_thing_for_rubber from fetlife.At 37 years of age Linda was not overly pleased with her sex life. Having had a few semi-serious relationships in her life none of them had ever lasted. She was not sure why, they just hadn’t. The outside observer could have guessed it had something to do with her fetish for latex and BDSM but the recent relationships had been with men very much...

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Bad Influence 1

"Hi, sweetie," he says. "Hi, dad. What's up?" I say breathlessly; I've been running for over an hour, and I'm just glistening with sweat. "I wanted to tell you that soon we will have aaa… visitor." He smiles, "I just got off the phone with Uncle Louis." "Uncle Louis? Are they going to visit us?" I pout since I don't like Uncle Louis nor Dirk, my stupid shitty cousin, "Well, actually, it’s only Dirk. He’s gonna stay here for a couple of days." "You’re kidding me, right?...

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Bad Influence 1

I'm running on the treadmill when my dad enters the room. I take my earpieces out; looks like he has something important to announce, otherwise he wouldn't be bothering me."Hi, sweetie," he says."Hi, dad. What's up?" I say breathlessly; I've been running for over an hour, and I'm just glistening with sweat."I wanted to tell you that soon we will have aaa… visitor." He smiles, "I just got off the phone with Uncle Louis.""Uncle Louis? Are they going to visit us?" I pout since I don't like Uncle...

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SUBMISSIVE PANTYHOSE FEMMEUNDER THE INFLUENCE O

Black skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin leather and velvet suede made flesh. There’s not one patch of skin on a white man’s body that remotely compares to nearly every inch of a black man’s skin. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a Corinthian luxury I shouldn't be able to afford. I craved it more strongly than Carrie Bradshaw craved Manolo Blahnik shoes. That phrase, “Once you go black, you never go back” is all about the feeling and texture of the skin....

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A Corrupting Influence

You are fundamentally a good person, not many people would deny that. You are generally kind, perhaps even more so than the average joe. But inside there is a seed, a seed of something darker. Perhaps fantasies you are ashamed of, thoughts you wish you didn’t have, and certainly would never act on…or would you? Corrupting influence is about giving such people access to a little power, the ability to subtly control people, and nudge them in directions more to their liking. The catch to this...

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